At Albie's answer, Wes got the third mug down. "How do you take it?" he asked, purposefully letting his voice take on that velvety tone he knew drove Kenzie wild, his eyes tracking down the other man's bare chest and back up. He didn't find him particularly attractive, but it was entertaining to see if Albie would become uncomfortable or respond to the implied flirtation. And he assumed a response to it would be rather obvious in those boxers.
"That's the idea," he said, his lips curving subtly. If the place was interesting enough, he was certain they'd go back sometime at night, the pictures she would be able to take then likely far more representative of the creepy atmosphere.